I was greeted by my PH Charl Crous at the Port Elizabeth airport. It was such a relief knowing I would be hunting with a great PH, I had hunted with Charl in 2017 when he was working at another outfit. This time I would be hunting with him at Settlers Safaris owned by his cousin Murray Crous. I had flown in on a afternoon flight from Johannasburg. So by the time we arrived at the Bushman's Gorge lodge it was dark. A nice dinner was awaiting us along with some other hunters in camp. The next morning we shot the rifle we would be using a 6.5 creedmoor Howa. Some minor adjustments and we ready to roll. First animal on the list was the mighty blue duiker. For this hunt we would be using a over under 12 ga. shotgun and dogs. We drove to the coastal area around Port Alfred where we meet up with Mr. Jeff and Mr. Robert. After a brief safety meeting with Mr. Robert we were ready to start running the dogs into the little Islands of brush and trees. I was standing next to Mr. Robert as he would be giving me the go ahead on the lighting speed blue flashes. I will admit I was nervous as one of his dogs was shot and killed by a previous hunter rather recently. He said it was a freak accident but still I didn't want to even come close to shooting near any of the dogs. My instructions from him was he would yell no if it wasnt a shooter. On the first patch the first thing to run out was a female bushbuck. When it bolted out my heart was racing. The next thing to come out was a blue duiker male but it had come out the side and was running mach7 I shot twice with both my shots behind it. Lucky for me my PH had his other cousin filming the hunt so afterwards we could see my shots way behind. Robert told me to shake it off and that is happens a lot. I'm a bird hunter and felt bad missing but I normally shoot a browning a5 and if your a shotgun guy you know the way a gun shoulders can take awhile to get used to. The next batch the dogs ran we saw a quick glimpse of what we assumed was the same one I had missed. No shot was presented. We then moved to another batch. The dogs chased a female out and as I was swinging the gun I heard Robert yell no. Atleast I got the swing and speed practice down. About 2 minutes later one jumps out the side and is running full speed. My first shot is behind but my second is dead on hitting the neck and head. The little blue duiker does a front flip and expires. Mr. Robert yells "You bloody fool" and slaps me on the back in celebration. What a trophy animal and a hunt I will never forget. This was number 4 of the tiny ten for me. On the way back to the lodge we stopped at the Indian ocean. I decided to take some pictures there with the blue duiker. It was winter time so luckily it wasn't crowded. We got a couple strange looks. As we were leaving I told my PH to back up because I was sure I saw a blue duiker on a metal sign leaving the beach. Sure enough there was a sign stating it was illegal to hunt them in the area next to the beach. No wonder we got some looks
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